Jennifer Government (government) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2008-10-19 14:54:00 |
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No play makes Jen a strange girl (Narrative)
Jennifer sat at her desk, staring at the mountain of paperwork that had overtaken it. There were two things that she was supposed to be working on and neither of them had anything to do with her actual job. Funny enough, none of her superiors seemed to care. They never told her to leave it at home, they never accused her of not doing her real work. They just let her do her own thing.
Which she didn't know if she should be disturbed about or not.
There didn't seem to be anything for her to be doing anyway.
Jesse Custer, whoever he was, was proving impossible to find. There was very little on record about him, which meant in her mind that he couldn't have been in The City for very long. Other residents seemed to have entire drawers to themselves. He didn't have a job. He didn't seem to have any kind of residence. There was a note about him living in a hotel room for a while, but then he apparently dropped off the face of that particular planet.
All the looking made her wonder why the guy had wanted Custer found. How could somebody that dangerous make no mark at all?
She was also supposed to be finding the guy who had killed everybody. That was also a dead end. And while it seemed like a logical conclusion that maybe they were one and the same, her gut told her otherwise. Her instincts told her that they were two different people, two separate problems.
Jennifer had been spending so much time with all of this that she had done nothing but work and go home for weeks. She'd never even gone to seek out Simon. Which was a real shame. She needed to do that.
She was going to do that, she decided suddenly.
Very soon.
Maybe if she stopped thinking about Custer and the murderer, something would happen. Some clue would pop out at her. Or maybe she'd just accidentally run into one of them. Hopefully it would be Custer and not the murderer.
Anger renewed toward her inability to function here fueled her toward her coffee pot. She would figure one of these problems out, damn it.